"broadband" poems
Oh! Smart Bro. How convenient of you
Cool, fast, smooth, everything is in you
So much that even gadgets love you
And the reason for us choosing you.
The reason why my assignments made it through
The reason why I can watch movies and new
The reason for my techie life's blue
Is because of me relying to you.
Too bad, it didn't last a year or two
Being quick and smooth stopped too
Now, I had enough of you
Shall we buy another and discard you?
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
Now, here's the story of Rip Van Winkle
The true story, not the lie
They always want to hide the truth
I'll just never understand why
You see, Rip Van Winkle was married
To a woman, who always nagged
And that poor dude was bored all the time
Cause his internet always lagged
So, he climbed up in his recliner
And decided to take a little nap
When, out of the blue, the Sleeping Spider
Went and crawled up in his lap
Now, Rip knew about that spider
But still, he just couldn't resist
For if he let that spider bite him
They'd be no "honey do" list
Well, that spider sunk his fangs in
Then jumped back on the floor
It wasn't long, Rip closed his eyes
And man, that guy could snore
Now, a wicked smile even crossed his face
As he leaned back in his chair
For, when he awoke, she'd would be gone
But Rip, just simply didn't care
Well a hundred years just flew by
And his wife was surely dead
But when he finally opened his eyes
She lay beside him in the bed
She awoke while still clutching
"The list" for a hundred years
For the spider had bitten her also
And it brought the man to tears
But this story has a happy ending
Cause dial-up was a thing of the past
They decided to finally get broadband
And his internet was fast at last
Dec 1, 2010
Dec 1, 2010 at 7:03 AM UTC
I am actually a huge fan of Banksy and thoroughly enjoyed Dismaland but the A level kids I teach at a school just down the road from Weston couldn't get in because they've got Art P2. We wrote letters and sent emails but had no reply. They were very disillusioned by it all so their art teacher decided to take them to Dismaland and show some of their work on the grass outside. Security were not impressed and called the police. We made a film about it and I read this poem at the gates. This is the first part.
So this is where this tale will start,
Of What is Banksy? Who is art?
You're the joke now, don't you see?
This ****** ticket lottery,
For crazy cats who play the rules
Not you poor buggers stuck in schools
Can’t press refresh at the stroke of ten
Cos that's exactly the time when
the bell rings for art to begin
The irony is lost on him.
No tickets in your grubby hand
Cos schools cant afford the broadband.
Don't look at me with dismal faces
You lot sure are going places
Yep, you're all sat on a train
Going to weston in the rain
Who do you lot think you are?
No movie queens nor a rock star
You don't fly in from LA
You don't even have a card to pay
No Damien's, No Brad. No Suze.
Pack up your dreams kids,
Born to lose.
Like a load of buckets to the factory gate
Where we'll have to stand and stand and wait
He is not Wonka, he's not your friend,
This Charlie gets nothing in the end.
So looks like we might not get in,
Stare them down kids, take ours to him.
Banksy Inc. has made these choices,
But they can't silence all our voices.
Helllooooooo Banksy?
Are you there?
Going to show these kids you care?
Open up those hallowed portals
For this lot of mere mortals?
They've brought stuff they want to show
It's really very good you know
Because they made it from the heart
Not for a calendar of street art
You know? Like how you used to be?
Before they showed you on TV.
They protest about stuff for reals,
And soon be snapping at the heels
Of all the London folk in there
Sell for a million but pretend they care.
Come on Banksy they'll be good
Take their selfies like they should.
Come on Banksy, just be nice,
They'll snap up all your merchandise
And shuffle round the park like drones
Take out pocket money loans.
Listen kids, this isn't working,
Banksy's in his rolls and shirking,
We don't need to storm the walls
We can show them we've got *****
By standing here and giving free
What they've all spent five quid to see.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
Must have...
off road parking
dishwasher
broadband
south facing garden
space
light
and you
Must have...
secure and rewarding employment
stimulation
time to myself
time apart
time with you
and you alone
Must have...
Something to look forward to
a challenge
quality time
a sense of worth
and you
always you
Must have...
a belief that it all means something
direction
freedom
a legacy of matter or reputation
and essentially you
Must have...
oxygen
salt
warmth
water
shelter
love
and you
Jan 17, 2012
Jan 17, 2012 at 8:14 AM UTC
connecting….
you are now connected at 4mbps.
heart beats at 4beats per second.
connecting for…
…connection.
social networks
for social interaction.
names. nicknames. pseudonyms
all over the screen.
outbox. inbox.
feelings box.
boxed and botched.
attracted to an idea
a person living inside my computer screen
in my inbox.
are you sure you want to replace this file?
click.
i’m forgetting about you.
you with the flesh
and the warm blood.
and the beating heart.
pop-up.
this signal is poor.
i’ve been disconnected.
we’re disconnected.
Aug 23, 2010
Aug 23, 2010 at 4:11 AM UTC
I was the queen in quest of your dreaming teens
You were in race to trace my grace of beaming beauty
Your shower of love was to catch my fragrant flower
Life was like amusing laser show for a major glow
A fresh breeze of life I felt in your lifelong lease of love
Your fast love at first sight was forthright, I saw it so
Your love was on a broadband channel, I surmised,
On high frequency at matching wave length you promised
Love was in fairy air you craved, cared n’ carried thru’
I molded to your mauls, for I rejoiced your choice
I was mild and yielding as you stepped up wielding
Rendered and surrendered to your shabby game of love
You left the fruit of your lust in my lap in a decade’s gap.
Embroiled in undue deal, you now embraced
Unhealthy wealth than wealthy health
Lavish lust, peevish love and selfish life
Lo, love is to collate not to collide n’ collapse
I feel sad when our lad says my dad is bad
My love was one popped up from heart
Your love pepped up from crazy corner
The kid is keen to pick up your kiss
Welcome to hold me to your fold, don’t miss
All I need is your towering love
Not your quivering ivory tower.
All I wish you is not to rewind
Your tampered tape on kin akin
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 7:31 AM UTC
my dream house
you see my dream house is just by lake burley griffin
and as you walk in there is a coke machine at the top of
a big escalator, and at the bottom of that escalator there
are two doors, 1 door is the offices where people work and
on the other side there is my front door and i know it sounds like every
young persons fantasy, but as you enter, it was like, well the first thing you
see is the hat rack in front of the first door to the gymnasium which had a treadmill and a rower and a bike
and as you walk further you enter the lounge room where there is
a nice comfy corner lounge and a LED TV and a big stereo where you can
listen to your favourite music and as you walk further, there is an internet station
where the computer is an apple with iPads and iPhones and the internet server was
iinet wireless broadband, and as you walk further on, you see the kitchen where they had a built in
dishwasher and stove and fridge, and it had all the latest kitchen gadgets that money can buy, yeah
that sounds so cool and it has built in hot and cold water jets as well as normal tap water, and as you
walk further you see the bathroom with a shower sink and toilet with a clean air contraption, to get rid of
oopsy smells, and the bedroom was right near the other side window looking over the wonderful startrack oval
but i can’t see in because of the grandstands around it, and there was a walk in wardrobe which rarely got
messy, and i had round the clock help with cleaning and cooking, yeah this is absolute paradise, but it will
always remain just a dream house
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 5:52 AM UTC
plagued by lethargy i am led through the internet
by an unseen monarch whose name is Boredom
until i go cross eyed
what does the good king Boredom seek?
not wenches or jesters or feasts to quaff.
the good king Boredom seeks to cease
but it isn't as easy as that
a battle looms...
Boredom rallies his armies with the deafening cry of a tyrant with a cause
and we descend with the dull and vacant hum of somebody who has work in the morning
storming the gates of the internet
we google things and browse youtube
we play meaningless games
and curse our broadband.
all while scrolling through a virtual popularity contest
a bottomless cesspit full of our hobbies, our thoughts, and pictures of us on holiday
we sit and judge eachother
the stench of jealousy and false smugness hang in the air
facebook is indeed, the great masquerade of our generation.
a battle ends
no wars are won
still the good king stands tall
still he looms. we are enthralled.
and so the cycle continues,
a swirling void of
acronyms and bigotry
of arguments and fallacies
no empathy, all lies.
stopping us from doing anything productive
or real
and like lambs to the slaughter
we are sent to our doom
by the good king Boredom
his cause is just, but he'll never learn
take advice from myself,
and instead of spending time doing something useless
find an outlet for your creativity
i ****** out a load of hyperbole
and here i am now
free of the Good Kings reign
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 7:07 PM UTC
We swim in broadband dreams and stream along the microwaves and no-one save the sentinel,
who stands alone,outside the gates of hell can see that we are standing on the edge
of cliffs so high
the sky is numbed as we are numbered one by one
fall off the ledge,
then we are gone.
Jamming,
gamma rays like gattling guns that break through chests,where hearts that raced and ran and man,
no longer plans to break the stars or wake cathedrals,begging Jupiter or Mars to stamp upon,destroy
for all is gone where suns would go and solar winds would blow into the storm and morning never comes.
I hear the boys that beat the drums,more guns that speak and then destroy, the boys a part of marching bands that occupy these foreign lands and,
the sands beneath my feet were once a mountain range
how strange that we as men would fumble yet mountains though eternal crumble and yet it's true.
The sand is soft and trickles through my hands.
I have stood outside the railway stations patiently, and I have waited for the morning train and trained myself not to despair
of arriving where I would desire to be
and I wait patiently
as mountains fall around me ,
as cities rise,
more than skies are numbed as beggars *** from fellow men a cigarette and yet,familiar as this is and always seems to be
It's just another streaming broadband dream to me,
the train will come
the sun will rise
or we as man will not survive
and no reward for this,no kiss of death for thousand dollar lives that strive and will, or will as will, will only be the will that will survive.
I take five
survey
lay my head
play dead
and cry.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
in the age of super fast optic coptic broadband connectivity,
writing had to leave the lives of respectable corset donning girls
who’d lounge all day with balzac and long tennyson stanzas,
who’d read for relaxation...
sorry to break it to you huckleberry finn...
but reading these days is all about distraction...
distraction distraction distractions...
plenty of them in the “real” world too... it’s called the goldfish
salute... slàinte mhath... dheagh shlàinte...
next time you hear an advertisement don’t think of promotion
(that’s done through the ol’ word o’ mouth)...
think more on the lines: ailing company... ailments in general...
a public relations stunt... for those grandiose profit margins;
true that... when a man is sick, has a cold a fever,
he is prescribed paracetamol... when it's a company...
the economic model prescribes the medicine known as advertisement.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 7:22 AM UTC
Hi tech at breakneck, but
we all sweat the small stuff.
I've met enough in my time to fill up a book and on each page a rhyme.
But at the last of us
we'll all be back to
the abacus.
Who needs computers that shoot us so full of **** and bits that can byte us and who's always right?
us?
Thing is,
the screen sits like Jesus,
on the table it reads us,
promoting agendas and that's
what the end is.
Formula one
Algorithmic and intense it
kicks all the sense from us
and ladles in tables and ****
sites and my nights are far
from dull.
I understand the pull of it
Google and broadband sit within
spitting distance of God and it's odd
don't you think that each time you blink a light goes off down the Amazon.
( that takes a bit of imagination, but Firefox being in on the creation makes it sound good)
Jerusalem.
Bring me my beads and frames made from wire
bring me connections for the pyre
'cause in the end. all it will be
is the abacus and me.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
I was the queen in quest of your dreaming teens
You were in race to trace my grace of beaming beauty
Your shower of love was to catch my fragrant flower
Life was like amusing laser show for a major glow
A fresh breeze of life I felt in your lifelong lease of love
Your fast love at first sight was forthright, I saw it so
Your love was on a broadband channel, I surmised,
On high frequency at matching wave length you promised
Love was in fairy air you craved, cared n’ carried thru’
I molded to your mauls, for I rejoiced your choice
I was mild and yielding as you stepped up wielding
Rendered and surrendered to your shabby game of love
You left the fruit of your lust in my lap in a decade’s gap.
Embroiled in undue deal, you now embraced
Unhealthy wealth than wealthy health
Lavish lust, peevish love and selfish life
Lo, love is to collate not to collide n’ collapse
I feel sad when our lad says my dad is bad
My love was one popped up from heart
Your love pepped up from crazy corner
The kid is keen to pick up your kiss
Welcome to hold me to your fold, don’t miss
All I need is your towering love
Not your quivering ivory tower.
All I wish you is not to rewind
Your tampered tape on kin akin
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
Can't get no internet
not connected to the web
computer looks quite sickly
think I'll call the vet.
It's dog eat dog when the
satellite is down,
when nothing appears on the screen and that smiley face shows a frown, but I have a plan to reconnect which I suspect is not legal,
I'm going to hotwire Telstar and fly like an eagle.
Broadband
never knows what the left hand can do and when I follow through with the plan and become the free internet man the money I save on the cost of connection will go into a different subscription like a charity or a magazine anything but the clever machine which we call the World Wide Web.
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
O, Sweetheart,
I’m not the repetition,
the problem in
your DSL-connection!
O, I promise,
it’s not me Darling,
the broadband
I’m on &
the interference
I’m sending,
would give you
the nice hot itch,
it's the faulty wiring,
that's giving you
the nasty glitch!
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
With devil on broadway
and IT on broadband
remember the algorithm
is not your friend
fine tune these narratives
be vigilant and stay strong
Join the club
write a poem
fight the wrong
May 2, 2023
May 2, 2023 at 1:19 PM UTC
In Asia, it includes access to hypnoptic
broadband, Latin and Italian. Water,
sun and water can be three times water.
John, John Gold and Blood, Black Blood,
Blood, Blood, Black, Blue. This product
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my life in common English,
a pamphlet of peace
and a red card. The desert, the king, the sun
and the water for more
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Black Blood, Blood, Blood,
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and robots: fields, science,
art, clothing, clothing, secrets,
secrets, social networks
and watchmaking stones, girls appeared in English.
The sun king has water
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Their names, John the Golden Blood,
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Rvertebrates Rvbrates Robots,
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Robot International Robot Geo Italian Board.
Three hydraulic works,
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robot robot creation map and creates a graphic map.
In Asia, a Hippocratic, Latin
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can be three times more water.
John, John Gold and Blood,
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Robots Robots in the field
of agriculture, science, clothing, use,
secrets, secrets, social networks,
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Young women are shown in English.
Three months later, the sun king
had water in the water. Their names,
blood, blood, blood, blood, blood,
black and blue. Robots, Robots, Robots,
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goods, clothes, clothes, clothes, clothes,
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Robot Worldwide Three water,
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are John's Blood, John Gold, Black
Blood, Blood, Blood, Black
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a cartographic map and creates
a graphic map. In Asia, a Hippocratic,
Latin and Italian transition.
Water, sun and water can be
three times more water. John,
John Gold and Blood, Black
Blood, My Blood, Blood, Black,
Blue. This product is not valid
One of the Arab rabbis is one of the tables:
tables, tables, tables,
English wealth, greetings and red cards.
The desert, the king, the sun
and the water can be water for more than three months.
John, John Gold and Blood,
Black Blood, My Blood, Blood,
Black, Blue. This product is not
valid Robots Robots Robots
in the field of agriculture, science,
clothing, use, secrets, secrets, social networks,
and I'm waiting for David. Young women are shown in English. Three months later, the sun king
had water in the water. Their names,
blood, blood, blood, blood, blood,
black and blue. Robots, Robots,
Robots, Robots, Robots, Rvbvs
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Worldwide Robot Worldwide Three
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Black Blood, Blood, Blood,
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Robot Robot is a cartoon robot
that creates a cartographic map
and creates a graphic map.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC
Don’t you remember when you could go out to dinner and be seen?
Don’t you remember when you weren’t talking to a screen?
Neither do I
I look around to see people’s faces
Just to find them looking down
Those screens are consuming
Our connections are weakening
And no, I’m not talking Wireless, Broadband, or DSL
I’m talking about our families, friends, and even nature
Sure, technology is helpful in many ways
But have you realized how much we are on it every day?
An hour or 3, maybe even 4
Our thumbs constantly moving
Eyes constantly scrolling
Fingers constantly liking
Take a minute to go see a sunset
And not just in a photo
Take a minute to really enjoy it
Is there a feeling of relaxation
Don’t you like not looking through a screen?
Let’s lift up our heads once in a while
Talk to family and friends
Because we never really know when they’ll be gone.
This wasn’t meant to scrutinize others
But to give them some time to think
Because as we all know,
Our Connections are weakening
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC
It pains me to say that it's raining today, just another hoop to get through, wet through and no umbrella, need a shell, a hood.
a hell of a way to wake when the day's like a lake and you don't fancy swimming.
Women,
ah
women I fancy like,
Joan,
Maud and Nancy make the Sun shine,
but at this time of day they are dreaming away
and it's raining outside.
As wide or as tall or as short
I go on for too long and I know
this is wrong.
In the internet
I have met a friend
silent and knowing
with me to the end
of the contract I made with
the broadband provider.
It's still lashing it down
the rain's still
whipping the ground and
if you listen
you'll hear me
messing around
with the radio.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
In Asia it includes access to hypnoptic
broadband, Latin and Italian. Water;
sun and water can be three times water.
John, John Gold and Blood Black,
Blood, Blood, Blood, Black, Blue. This
product
does not work. Here is one of the Arab rivers of blood: tables, tables, tables, fortunes,
my life in common English,
a pamphlet of peace
and a red card. The desert, the king, the sun
and the water for more
than three months can be water.
John, John Gold and Blood,
Black Blood, Blood, Blood,
Black, Blue. This product does not work.
Here are robots robots' Knees
and robots: fields, science,
art, clothing; clothing secrets,
secrets; social networks
and watchmaking stones, girls appearing in English.
The sun king has water
in the water three months later.
Their names, John of the Golden Blood,
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood, Black and Blue. Robots Robots Robots Robots
Revertebrates; Revertebrates, Robots,
Rvbrates in the camp
a lot of clothing, clothing,
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clothing comprises. Juan is the name
of One. It is gold, blood, blood,
blood, blood, hair, hair.
This product does not work.
A. Hurricanes for water supply,
movement and water for more
than three months. Juan is the name of Juan.
It is gold, blood, blood, blood,
blood, hair, hair. This product
does not work. Do you think
that Android is Robot International;
Robot International International
Robot International Robot Geo Italian Board.
Three hydraulic works,
water and light. Their names
are John's blood, John's gold,
black blood, blood, blood, black and blood.
Mario Robot is the primitive
robot that creates a robotic
robot robot creation map and creates a graphic map.
In Asia, a Hippocratic, Latin
and Italian transition. Water, sun and water
can be three times more water.
John, John Gold and Blood,
Black Blood, My Blood, Blood,
Black, Blue. This product is not
valid One of the Arab rabbis
is one of the tables: tables,
tables, tables, English wealth, greetings
and red cards. The desert, the king,
the sun and the water can be water
for more than three months. John,
John Gold and Blood, Black Blood,
My Blood, Blood, Black, Blue.
This product is not valid for Robots;
Robots Robots in the field
of agriculture, science, clothing, use,
secrets, secrets, social networks,
and I'm waiting for David.
Young women are shown in English.
Three months later, the sun king
had water in the water. Their names,
blood, blood, blood, blood, blood,
black and blue. Robots, Robots, Robots,
Robots, Robots, Rvbvs Roboots, camping
goods, clothes, clothes, clothes, clothes,
United Kingdom. Juan is the name.
Gold, blood, blood, blood, blood, hair,
hair. This product is not valid
A. Storms can be more
than three months of water,
impulse and water supply.
Juan is the name of Juan.
Gold, blood, blood, blood,
blood, hair, hair. This product is not valid
Robot World Robot Worldwide
Robot Worldwide Three water,
water and light water. Their names
are John's Blood, John Gold, Black
Blood, Blood, Blood, Black
and Blood. Robot Robot Robot
Robot is a cartoon robot that creates
a cartographic map and creates
a graphic map. In Asia, a Hippocratic,
Latin and Italian transition.
Water, sun and water can be
three times more water. John,
John Gold and Blood, Black
Blood, My Blood, Blood, Black,
Blue. This product is not valid
One of the Arab rabbis is one of the tables:
tables, tables, tables,
English wealth, greetings and red cards.
The desert, the king, the sun
and the water can be water
for more than three months.
John, John Gold and Blood,
Black Blood, My Blood, Blood,
Black, Blue. This product is not
valid Robots Robots Robots
in the field of agriculture, science,
clothing, use, secrets, secret societies,
social networks,
and I'm waiting for David. Young women are shown in English. Three months later, the sun king
had water in the water. Their names,
blood, blood, blood, blood, blood,
black and blue. Robots, Robots,
Robots, Robots, Robots, Rvbvs
Robots, camping goods, clothes,
clothes, clothes, clothes, United
Kingdom. Juan is the name of Juan.
Gold, blood, blood, blood, blood,
hair, hair. This product is not valid A.
Storms can be more than three months
of water, impulse and water supply.
Juan is the name of Juan. Gold, blood,
blood, blood, blood, hair, hair. This
product is not valid Robot World Robot
Worldwide Robot Worldwide Three
water, water and light water. Their
names are John's Blood, John Gold,
Black Blood, Blood, Blood,
Black and Blood. Robot Robot
Robot Robot is a cartoon robot
that creates a cartographic map
and creates a graphic map...
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 11:24 PM UTC
I was the queen in quest of your dreaming teens
You were in race to trace my grace of beaming beauty
Your shower of love was to catch my fragrant flower
Life was like amusing laser show for a major glow
A fresh breeze of life I felt in your lifelong lease of love
Your fast love at first sight was forthright, I saw it so
Your love was on a broadband channel, I surmised,
On high frequency at matching wave length you promised
Love was in fairy air you craved, cared n’ carried thru’
I molded to your mauls, for I rejoiced your choice
I was mild and yielding as you stepped up wielding
Rendered and surrendered to your shabby game of love
You left the fruit of your lust in my lap in a decade’s gap.
Embroiled in undue deal, you now embraced
Unhealthy wealth than wealthy health
Lavish lust, peevish love and selfish life
Lo, love is to collate not to collide n’ collapse
I feel sad when our lad says my dad is bad
My love was one popped up from heart
Your love pepped up from crazy corner
The kid is keen to pick up your kiss
Welcome to hold me to your fold, don’t miss
All I need is your towering love
Not your quivering ivory tower.
All I wish you is not to rewind
Your tampered tape on kin akin
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
In this world we live in
countries celebrate and glorify
the accomplishment of
exceeding a cellphone's broadband.
I understand this means
the country is developing
but it also says a lot
about who we are now.
WHERE HAS HUMANITY GONE TO?
What happened to written letters
or sad goodbyes
with sloppy kisses
and a promise to never forget?
What happened to the urgency
to see someone after a long time
rather than see them online,
pretending they are here?
Where is the human warmth
in spending a dinner together
without a single person
touching their mobile phones?
WHAT HAPPENED TO HUMANITY?
WHY ARE WE CELEBRATING THIS?
As technology goes up,
humanity goes down.
I think you can say,
humanity is inversely proportioned
to technology.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
The wires sing on and each song is a poem of loss or belonging, the heartbeat and blood of a man in one line or two of a telegram, the dotting and dashing where each message is smashing a life or is not and the wires get hot with the high frequency flow, long ago in another flow when the World was at war, the wires saw and heard things of which they still sing about in another time far removed from the web and the internet ebb.
Across the wide open spaces where the wires tightly laced the Cities together and the songs that they sang rang out loud and clear there is nothing left to see, not even the sockets they pocketed the posts in and as broadband expands there'll be even less to see and no songs sung, the bell has rung for the end of a day.
and Sam goes on his way.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC
We wanted to
play the ukelele
the way we
used to,
leaning up against a lampost
hoping to be noticed
by girls in pencil skirts.
times change,
fashions too
I changed
so did you.
listening to music I don't understand
from some band on broadband
and I can't quite catch the melody,
there must be something wrong with me
or just that I'm missing the ukelele.
Mar 8, 2023
Mar 8, 2023 at 11:56 AM UTC
We live our lives always needing more power
Changing our lives to a different set of items that need just another hour
My iphone
My Samsung
My office presentation
Shown to all that will listen by that software
Which its point is its power
Power
Power
Power
Did we always need this consumption that drains us on a daily basis
Stocking up on rations in war while the legions try to invade us
Its food
Its water
Its what we need to survive
Look at what we've become when we just need to thrive, yes
Power
Power
Power
Lets go to war and make our country stronger
New lands to ravage for historians to wonder why and ponder
Its harvesting
Its farming
Its boundaries and new borders
But to rule the world would be a sin, yes
Power
Power
Power
Comes in all shapes and sizes this lust we all now need
Human instinct now put to rest
So long as we have good broadband speed
Its tablets
Its laptops
Its the fear of it just dropping dead
As long as its on charge close to hand beside our bed, yes
Power
Power
Power
We all need that bit more power
JJB
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC